Category: Poetry
An idle story with an idle moral! Why do I tell it, at the risk of quarrel With nobler themes? The world, alas! is so, And who would gather truth must bend him low, Nor fear to soil his knees with graveyard ground, If haply there some flower of truth be found. For human nature...
Griselda's madness lasted forty days, Forty eternities! Men went their ways, And suns arose and set, and women smiled, And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild Of Lady L.'...
3. CHAPTER III.Who has not seen the falls of Tivoli, The rocks, the foam-white water, and the three Fair ruined temples which adorn the hill? Who has not sat and listened to the shrill Sweet m...
1. CHAPTER I.An idle story with an idle moral! Why do I tell it, at the risk of quarrel With nobler themes? The world, alas! is so, And who would gather truth must bend him low, Nor fear to...
2. CHAPTER II.Thus then it was. Griselda's childhood ends With this untoward night; and what portends May only now be guessed by those who read Signs on the earth and wonders overhead. I dare...
4. CHAPTER IV.How shall I take up this vain parable And ravel out its issue? Heaven and hell, The principles of good and evil thought, Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought Too long for...